-The dark halfelven of Imladris-

"Seriously, Elrond! You've absolutely gone mental by that headache!" shouted Glorfindel, making an angry face, though he wasn't actually angry. "No!"
said Elrond. "I was mental, but the test, what you call the headache, has brought me back to my mind!" Glorfindel sighed, and whispered gently, "Look,
if you attack Rohan, which will never happen, elves will die, and if you lose, you and your children will be enlaved. You don't want that, don't you?"
"I shall win, and some sacrifices has to be done." smirked Elrond. "Oh Elrond..." Glorfindel put his hand gently on the other elf's shoulder, and Elrond cried,
"Don't you dare stop me, Glorfindel! Don't you dare to stop the ring's way!" and suddenly, Elrond was himself again. "Glorfindel...What is happening to me? What have I done?" "Wait, did you just said the rin-" the warrior was interrupted as Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir rushed into the room.
"We heard...Atar shouting.. he never shouted like that..." whispered Arwen, as she fell in tears again.

"How much left to Lothlorien?" asked Frodo, gasping. "Just a few leagues, and we're nearly there." said Gandalf. Gimli grumbled, "Elves. I don't like them,
but still, they do live beautifully." as he walked through the woods. The high trees were shining, the air as clear, the birds' singing was heard. They soon arrived at the city of Lothlorien, and was welcomed by Haldir. "Welcome, my friends, except for I see there is a dwarf among you." "He is a good one, and a fair one, too. Gimli is not harmful." replied Legolas, surprising Gimli.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Why did you become like this?" asked Elladan, hugging Elrond. "I.. I think the ring sort of.. overcame me. It made me,"
Elrond hesitated, and said, "It made me... Aargh!" The ring was in his mind again. "Father, what did it make you to do?" questioned Elrohir. Elrond tried to talk, but the ring's voice came out instead. "Elrond's not here." it whispered.

"Wow! Now look at this, Mr. Frodo!" exclaimed Sam, as he entered the city of Lothlorien, jaws dropped. Frodo smiled, and said, "Yes, Sam. This city is marvelous. You wanted to see the elves, and now you see a big city full of elves." "Not any elves." said Aragorn, who has been silent for a few days. "Here,
in the city of Lothlorien, lives the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn." "Now, just a few steps and you'll have the pleasure to meet the great lady Galadriel."
announced Haldir proudly. "Just a few steps? Looks like about a thousand steps to me." muttered Boromir, looking at the large amount of stairs to take to arrive at the top of the tower. After a while, the fellowship and Haldir finally arrived at the top, and saw Galadriel and Celeborn. "Lady Galadriel," murmured Gandalf politely, as he bowed.

"Elrond?" asked Glorfindel. "I said, Elrond's not here. I am Durion, the spirit of the great one ring." whispered Durion, with the body of Elrond. "Wh-what happened to him?" asked Elrohir, who became as pale as snow. Glorfindel pointed at Durion's hand, instead of answering the question. "The ring! You don't mean that..the ring overcame our father?" "This is the last thing I've thought of, but yes, though I don't know how." Elladan and Elrohir was stunned,
and Arwen grabbed Durion's hands. "Atar! It's me, Undomiel! Please say to me that this is a dream!" "Your father is gone, foolish elf. He had a strong mind, but the ring overpowered him, by using his wisdom." sneered Durion coldly.

"Master Gandalf," replied the elf lady and lord, slowly nearing them. They were both very beautiful, and they were shining softly like the moonlight. The rest bowed also, and a silence followed. "You have a problem," said Galadriel, breaking the silence. "I see no evil with you, but only despair. Tell me your story, for I shall give you advice." Gandalf, Aragorn, and Legolas told their story to the elves, and of course, Galadriel and Celeborn seemed very sad.
"Sorrowfully, we've got just one advice for you,"started Celeborn, Galadriel continued, "You should go back to Imladris right now, and if Elrond is the thief,
you must fight him, get it off him, and destroy it, though you must not kill him." There was a long silence, and finally Boromir said, "Then what are we waiting for? We must go back. We don't have a minute to lose!" "Yes, but all the way across Moria will be deadly, and even if we succeed, it would take some time." said Sam, and Haldir smiled at that. "Don't worry about that, young hobbit. We elves will lead you. It will take just about a week or so."